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Authors: Antoinette Candela
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“You’re accepting my request? No retaliation or physical violence?” He frowns playfully, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“No, there are no tricks and no punches. Just a hug,” I say, loving the time I spend with him like this
“Wow! Is someone turning over a new leaf?”
“Listen. Any more smart ass remarks and I’ll take back my offer.”
“Shit, aren’t we being a little aggressive?” He chuckles.
“Time is running out,” I say, folding the T-shirt and placing it inside the box along with the pom-poms. I close the trunk and stand up, brushing off my jeans.
“Fine.” He laughs, jumping up from the floor. “This probably won’t happen for another hundred years,” he says, spreading his arms out in front of him. “Come here.”
“Pfft...” I reply as I walk toward him. His strong arms enclose my body and pull me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his waist as he inhales deeply.
“Perfect fit.” He sighs.
I silently agree and hug him tighter.
“What an amazing view,” Karlie says breathlessly as she stops sweeping the living room floor in my new apartment and gazes out the bay window into the front yard.
“What are you talking about?” I look over and laugh. “There’s a big U-Haul in the driveway and a couple of brownstones across the street. That’s a pretty shitty view.”
“I’m talking about the three hot, shirtless guys moving you into your apartment. Maybe I should make that four now.”
“Four?” I place the framed black and white photo, which I was in the process of hanging on the drab eggshell colored walls, onto the sofa.
“There’s a pretty incredible looking guy with blonde hair helping out now.” She smiles keenly. “That’s a pretty fine starting lineup you have out there.”
I walk over and stand beside her as I pull my hair in a messy bun and glance out the window. Anxiety strangles me as a million memories flash in front of my eyes when I see Cane helping Jace unload my bed from the truck. It’s obvious to me that my conniving brother told Cane I was moving today. With everything going on, it totally slipped my mind to even ask him or perhaps I did it intentionally knowing that if I saw him it would make me feel this way. Inside my heart is racing and my blood grows warm as I restlessly glance down at my feet. Collecting myself, I hastily spin on my heels and return to hanging the photo when I notice Karlie’s sympathetic expression.
“What’s that look for?” I smile, to hide my emotional struggle.
“You and that guy had a history.” She wasn’t asking; she was stating a fact.
“Yes,” I say, feeling my stomach clench. I suck in a deep breath to regain my composure, surprised that he still makes me react this way.
“You don’t have to talk about it.” She walks over and touches my shoulder. “I could tell by the way your shoulders fell when you saw him, pretty much everything about your body language screamed heartbreak.”
“We we’re together for two years,” I reply, picking up the photo. I absently wipe the glass with the palm of my hand. “He was my first real love,” I whisper. I haven’t thought about our break and now that she’s bringing it up, it’s like a match was lit and ignited every emotion I felt with him. Each memory comes flooding back. Will this always happen? I look up into her prying green eyes, smiling as she moves the broom to her other hand.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, meeting my eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from her eyes.
“I’m fine.” I turn away, biting my lip to hold back my emotions swirling violently in my chest.
“You know I’m here if you need to vent or anything. I know how it is.” She turns around and continues sweeping. I glance back at her, thinking that I probably do need another woman to vent my problems. Even Tyler couldn’t help me with this. I can’t always drag him into my emotional turmoil. It’s not fair.
My apartment
“No, there are no tricks and no punches. Just a hug,” I say, loving the time I spend with him like this
“Wow! Is someone turning over a new leaf?”
“Listen. Any more smart ass remarks and I’ll take back my offer.”
“Shit, aren’t we being a little aggressive?” He chuckles.
“Time is running out,” I say, folding the T-shirt and placing it inside the box along with the pom-poms. I close the trunk and stand up, brushing off my jeans.
“Fine.” He laughs, jumping up from the floor. “This probably won’t happen for another hundred years,” he says, spreading his arms out in front of him. “Come here.”
“Pfft...” I reply as I walk toward him. His strong arms enclose my body and pull me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his waist as he inhales deeply.
“Perfect fit.” He sighs.
I silently agree and hug him tighter.
“What an amazing view,” Karlie says breathlessly as she stops sweeping the living room floor in my new apartment and gazes out the bay window into the front yard.
“What are you talking about?” I look over and laugh. “There’s a big U-Haul in the driveway and a couple of brownstones across the street. That’s a pretty shitty view.”
“I’m talking about the three hot, shirtless guys moving you into your apartment. Maybe I should make that four now.”
“Four?” I place the framed black and white photo, which I was in the process of hanging on the drab eggshell colored walls, onto the sofa.
“There’s a pretty incredible looking guy with blonde hair helping out now.” She smiles keenly. “That’s a pretty fine starting lineup you have out there.”
I walk over and stand beside her as I pull my hair in a messy bun and glance out the window. Anxiety strangles me as a million memories flash in front of my eyes when I see Cane helping Jace unload my bed from the truck. It’s obvious to me that my conniving brother told Cane I was moving today. With everything going on, it totally slipped my mind to even ask him or perhaps I did it intentionally knowing that if I saw him it would make me feel this way. Inside my heart is racing and my blood grows warm as I restlessly glance down at my feet. Collecting myself, I hastily spin on my heels and return to hanging the photo when I notice Karlie’s sympathetic expression.
“What’s that look for?” I smile, to hide my emotional struggle.
“You and that guy had a history.” She wasn’t asking; she was stating a fact.
“Yes,” I say, feeling my stomach clench. I suck in a deep breath to regain my composure, surprised that he still makes me react this way.
“You don’t have to talk about it.” She walks over and touches my shoulder. “I could tell by the way your shoulders fell when you saw him, pretty much everything about your body language screamed heartbreak.”
“We we’re together for two years,” I reply, picking up the photo. I absently wipe the glass with the palm of my hand. “He was my first real love,” I whisper. I haven’t thought about our break and now that she’s bringing it up, it’s like a match was lit and ignited every emotion I felt with him. Each memory comes flooding back. Will this always happen? I look up into her prying green eyes, smiling as she moves the broom to her other hand.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes, meeting my eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from her eyes.
“I’m fine.” I turn away, biting my lip to hold back my emotions swirling violently in my chest.
“You know I’m here if you need to vent or anything. I know how it is.” She turns around and continues sweeping. I glance back at her, thinking that I probably do need another woman to vent my problems. Even Tyler couldn’t help me with this. I can’t always drag him into my emotional turmoil. It’s not fair.
My apartment
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